Millies Complete Make Over exteme story
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Bob almost didn't go back in Millie's little house. That was primarily because even after jerking the spunk out of his prick, he still wanted to lie on top of Millie and make sweet love to her. As he stepped up to the door, he hoped she was still naked. As he opened the door, he hoped she'd gotten dressed again. This woman was tearing him up.
She hadn't gotten dressed, but she'd pulled the sheet over her body. He stood, just looking in her direction. It was too dark to perceive any detail. He could feel his penis trying to get stiff again.
"I should go," he said, softly.
"I've never done that before," she said.
"I know."
"No ... what I meant was about my missing memories. There is no way in the world I could forget doing that. Thank you."
"You're thanking me?" He was incredulous. He felt like he'd molested her.
"Of course I am. That was one of the most wonderful things I've ever felt."
"Well, you're normal," he sighed.
"Why are you running off?" she asked. "Isn't there something I'm supposed to do? You made me feel wonderful, but all I've done is lie here."
"I took care of it already," he said, and then winced as he realized he'd spoken without thinking.
"How?" she asked, actually curious.
"Never mind," he said. "You'll be fine now. That kind of treatment lasts a bit."
"No it doesn't," she said.
"What?"
"I think I need another one already."
There was no guile in her voice. He gazed at her and, in the shadows, saw an innocent young woman who trusted him. And all he wanted to do was fuck her blind. He shook his head. His cock was trying desperately to get hard again.
"Millie," he said, his voice breaking. "Be happy with what you have. A man can't take too much of this without losing control."
He turned and left, before he said anything else stupid.
Behind him, Millie stared into the dark. Soon her fingers were between her legs, rubbing furiously.
She got there, but it wasn't nearly as good as when Bob did it.
In the line shack on the northwest corner of the Double D ranch, Boots had a completely different conversation with the man who had taken her to new heights.
She had let the tears come, in a different kind of release, finally mourning for the loss of her childhood, freedom and virtue. She had thought killing Jasper would set her free, but it had been the gentle, loving touch of another man that had really done that. Boots had never thought about the concept of being in love with a man, because she had always been quite positive that could never, ever happen. So what she was feeling for Dusty, there in his arms, was something so vast and new and beautiful, she had a hard time accepting that it was real.
But his arms were real, and the feel of his chest against hers. She felt something else too, between her legs, where that joy had been so recently expressed. She reached between them to find her young man stiff as a board ... again! And of all things... that was what calmed her, and let her think.
It was the very fact that he was obviously ready for sex ... but hadn't forced himself upon her. That had never happened before... never! ... and the freedom that gave her to lie there and think about things was the most precious thing she felt like she'd ever been given. She squeezed the stiff organ tentatively, knowing that the thing in her hand wouldn't hurt her. Now, curiosity began to come to the fore.
"How do you do that?" she asked.
"Do what?"
"It's hard again! It's shot off twice and it's still hard!"
"Yeah," he sighed. "Pretty strange, huh."
"That's no answer," she said into his chest. Her nose ran into something wet and she licked at it. It was salty, probably some of her own tears. "What did you do?"
"Well hell's bells, woman. I didn't do nothin'. You done it."
"All I done was cry like a little baby," she grumbled.
"Boots, it was you. Iffen I wasn't worried you'd do somethin' rash, I'd tell you I think I'm in love with you."
She pulled back and, through shining, still wet eyes, examined his face. She still gripped his stiff cock.
"You worried I'll snatch it off?" she asked, squeezing his organ a bit harder.
"No, I am not," he said, his voice steady.
"Good," she said. "Do you need me to let the pressure offen it again before I go?"
"You have to go?" He was clearly unhappy, and it seemed odd to her that that made her feel happy.
"I done stretched things enough tonight, I think," she said. "We did things I didn't think we'd do. If I stay, I got a feeling we'd do more things. My head ain't on quite straight, I don't think."
"Your head is on just fine," he said, kissing her nose. "But I think I know what you mean."
"You want to do 'em too," she suggested.
"Have since that very first dance," he admitted, grinning. "But you're safe."
"Unless I let you," she said.
"True fact," he responded.
"So ... you want me to suck it on my way out?"
"I think no," he said, saying it slowly. "Ain't no filly ever done that to me before. It was mighty nice. I'll never fergit it as long as I live. But iffen you ever do it again, I want it to be 'cause you want to ... not to service me like I'm some kind of horse."
She stiffened and let go of his cock. "I didn't mean it like that, you son of a bitch!" she snapped.
"Calm down," he said, holding her tight enough that she couldn't get to his face with her hands. "I know that. I'm just sayin' I want it to mean more than just makin' me feel good before you take off."
She relaxed. This man was so different from other men she'd known. She wasn't sure how to act around him. He for sure wasn't like any cowboy she'd ever known.
"I did like it," she said. "I didn't think I would do it, and then when I did I didn't think I'd like it. But I did. I liked everything, Dusty. That's why I need time to think about all this."
"Don't blame you," he said. "I feel right sure that iffen you stayed here all night long, by the time the sun came up I'd have proposed marriage."
"Don't you make fun of me," she warned.
"I ain't," was all he said in reply.
"I'm leavin' now."
"Hate to see you go. You ever comin' back?"
He let her go and she stood up. His eyes ranged over her body, hungry and sharp. No man had ever had the courage to look at her like that. She loved it, and it scared her half to death. Something, coming from a place she'd never known existed before, made her cup her breasts.
"You just want to see these again."
"I want to see all of you again," he countered.
She pulled on her pants, and then pulled her buckskin shirt over her head. Her gunbelt was still hanging up on a peg on the wall, where she'd put it, just being polite, before eating with him. She buckled it on, and then looked back at him, lying on his side like he had before, still naked. His penis was soft now.
"Well, at least it don't stay hard all the time," she said, smiling.
"Next time you see it I bet it's like stone," he said, not smiling.
"We'll see," she said. She went to him and bent down to brush his lips with hers. "I like you, Dusty. And that's a first."
"I'm glad," he said. "I'll be here for a week, at least."
"I know," she said.
Then she left, to get on her horse and ride slowly through the dark of early morning. It gave her time to think. By the time she rode up to her little sod hut, she had already adapted to much of her changing world. Life on the frontier required that you be flexible, and able to adapt to changing circumstances. The fact that Boots now embraced something she would have shunned, only twenty-four hours earlier, didn't bother her at all.
She couldn't wait to talk to Millie about it.
Both women were eager to talk to each other that day, but both wanted time in which to do that. So neither broached any of what had happened to her the night before until they were on the way to Millie's house for Boots' tutoring session. It was Boots who started the conversation, and it was based on something Dusty had said.
"Hey, did you ever read the Good Book through?" she asked Millie.
"If I did, I don't remember it," said Millie.
"Oh," said Boots. She sounded disappointed.
"Why?"
"It's just something Dusty said last night."
"Last night?" Millie's voice rose. "You saw him last night?"
"Yeah," said Boots, who suddenly felt funny, like somebody had asked her a simple question, and she couldn't answer it. "I was riding around, and happened upon a line shack, and he was in it."
Millie stopped and reached for her friend's elbow. She spun Boots, who looked at her wide-eyed.
"Are you sure that's how it happened?" asked Millie, her eyes narrowed.
Boots felt silly. She wanted to talk to Millie about it all, yet she had been beating around the bushes. As if something unlocked inside her, she suddenly felt safe in telling Millie everything. It all rushed out at once.
"Okay," she said, looking around, as if she were afraid someone else might hear her. They were dozens of yards away from any other buildings, though, and no one was in sight. "Dougie Hill told me he'd be there, an' I went and saw him, an' we kissed some, an' then we got nekkid, an' I sucked him, an' then he sucked me, an' I had to leave, 'cause I was gonna let him do it to me, 'cause he was still hard, but I was scared, except everthin' felt so good, an' I loved it, an' he said he might be in love with me, an' was talkin' about getting hitched and everything!" She dragged in breath, having used ever bit in her lungs to speak.
Millie stared at her, her mouth open. Then she looked around, to make sure nobody else had come into earshot.
"Come on!" she said. "You have to tell me every bit of it!"
Inside the house, sitting on the single stool and a nail keg near the stove, Millie interrogated Boots about everything that had happened. Suddenly, Boots wanted to hold back again.
"I cain't tell you about everthin'" she said. "You're a lady, and I'm pretty sure some of it was awful naughty."
"You don't understand!" wailed Millie. "Bob and I ... last night ... I made him touch me. He massaged my bump and it was wonderful. If I can't have that and be a lady, then I don't want to be a lady. But I want to hear about yours and then I'll tell you about mine!"
So Boots started at the beginning, and laid it all out. Millie's responses were understandable.
"You took your clothes off right in front of him?!" Somenow, in Millie's mind, that she had done exactly the same thing was different because Bob was a doctor.
"Nekkid as the day I was born. An' the way he looked at me ... it made me wet down there."
Later, Millie asked, horrified: "You put your mouth where?!"
"Jasper used to make me suck his," said Boots, whose emotional release the night before had removed the pain from that memory. She would forever know she had hated it, but it didn't hurt her any more. "An' I wasn't gonna do it at first. I mean doin' him with my hand was my aim, so's it would go soft an' he couldn't force it on me, but then I got this urge, and I'm sure glad I did cause he felt all good in my mouth and he tasted as good as candy."
That took at least half an hour for all of Millie's questions to be answered, as Boots tried to describe what a penis looked like, and how she had stroked it, and how she had sucked it and then how he had stroked it, and what it looked like when it shot off.
Millie almost fainted when Boots talked about how Dusty had sucked on her bump, and how, for some strange reason that made Boots want to let him have sex with her. But that had scared her, and she had left.
Millie said she understood, because she had wanted Bob to stay, the night before. She didn't know why, except that she wanted him to keep touching her.
And that was the transition into her telling Boots what she had experienced. Boots was curious about Bob sucking on Millie's nipples.
"I know! I thought he'd gone crazy," said Millie. "But it felt so wonderful, pretty soon I wished he'd never stop sucking them. I sure know why women like to suckle a baby now."
"I might have to have Dusty try that on me," said Boots, her eyes unfocused.
"Are you going back?" squealed Millie, clapping her hands.
"Do you think I should?" asked Boots, who had never done "girly things" like squealing and clapping and jumping up and down.
"Of course you should!" said Millie. "Wait! You said something about marriage! What was that about?"
"He just said that he would tell me he loved me, except he was afraid I'd hurt him if he did, so he wasn't goin' to."
"But he did tell you!" insisted Millie.
"I reckon he did at that," said Boots.
"How do you feel about that?" asked Millie.
"I don't know. Nervous maybe? Skeered, a little bit? But it makes me want to rub my bump too. It makes me want to let him rub it!"
"Ohhh Boots," sighed Millie. "What if you're in love?"
"I cain't be in love," said Boots. "That just wouldn't work out at all."
"Why not?" said Millie, outraged.
"How can a girl like me get involved with a man, and mebbe get hitched and all that? I ain't one to stay home an' weed the garden while the man goes off and does things I'm prob'ly better at."
"Who says it has to be like that?" asked Millie. "Who says you have to have a garden?"
"Look around," said Boots. "Every woman you see who's married has a passel of kids hangin' onto her skirts, and a garden out back. That ain't the life fer me. I'm a tracker, an' a scout."
"Well I don't think you should turn up your nose at love because of what you see other people do," said Millie. "I think you should talk to Dusty about it."
"I think he's got more on his mind than just talkin'," said Boots, with one eyebrow raised.
"I would hope so!" squealed Millie.
"That's why I asked you about the Good Book. He said it was in there somewhere that what he wants to do with me is a good thing."
"Well then, we'll look," said Millie firmly.
"When?" asked Boots.
"I don't have a Bible here," said Millie.
"There's one at the school."
"Well run get it and we'll just have us a look," said Millie.
George Watkins looked in through the batwing doors of the Silver Dollar and spied Sheriff Miller playing cards with the mayor and two cattle ranchers. He pushed through the doors and approached the table.
"Sheriff?"
Miller looked up from his cards at the stable owner. "What's goin' on, George?"
"Might be trouble about," said George.
"Why so?"
"I just seen Boots tearing out of the schoolmarm's house. She lit out like the devil hisself was after her. She didn't even get on her horse."
"Where'd she run to?"
"I dunno. It's gettin dark. Somewhere off to the north, anyway."
The sheriff threw his cards into the middle of the table.
"Sorry, boys, but duty calls. I'll either be right back, or be puttin' together a posse, maybe, so stick around."
The door banged open and Sheriff Miller strode in, his pistol in his hand. Right behind him were George Watkins, Mayor Robinson and Lawrence Thistledown, who ran the Bar Under W ranch. The men were confronted by the sight of two women, one wearing a dress, and the other in buckskin, peering at an open book on the wooden table in the middle of the room. A lamp was on the table not far from the book. Both women were staring at the men.
"May I ... help you ... Sheriff?" asked Millie.
"I heard there might be trouble here," said Miller. "We came to find out."
"Well thank you for your concern," said Millie. "We're just reading the Bible. You gentlemen are welcome to stay. I can read out loud if you like."
Ten minutes later the card game was going on again.
A protesting George Watkins would forever after bear the nickname of "Good Old George," based on how they got to hear the creation story, and about how everything God created was good.
George was not impressed.
After the men left, Millie's finger went to the line in Genesis that had the number 28 in front of it. She read.
"And God blessed them. And God said to them, "Be fruitful and multiply and fill the earth and subdue it -"
"What does that mean ... subdue it?" interrupted Boots.
"I think it means mankind is supposed to run things," said Millie. "You know ... take care of things."
"Oh."
"But just before that," said Millie, "where it says be fruitful and multiply ... that might be what Dusty was talking about."
"How can eatin' fruit have anything to do with sex?" asked Boots, doubtfully.
"It means to have lots of children. You have to have sex to have children."
"That's what Jasper wanted, but I wouldn't let him."
There was another hour long argument about whether or not a woman could just "decide" whether or not to have a baby. In the end, Millie learned that the first time Boots had endured a menstrual bleed, she'd thought Jasper had injured her internally. It was actually Jasper who had educated her on what that meant. And it was shortly after that when he started crowing about how he was going to get her with child. She bled four more times before she killed her tormentor. Since, as best as they could tell, Boots had been about thirteen at that time, Millie was pretty sure that meant the girl was a late bloomer, but she didn't have much empirical data to go on.
Finally Boots said, "Well, I don't know about having no babies, but bein' with Dusty like that makes me want to see if he can make the rest of it as nice as he made that little bit. Nothin' Jasper did to me felt good, but everthin' Dusty did made me want it to go on and on. It would be nice iffen the rest of it could feel good too."
"I don't know about that," sighed Millie. "The only things I've done, at least that I can remember, I did with Bob last night."
"So ... you gonna let him do it again?" asked Boots.
"I want to," said Millie.
"Then you should. We both should!" said Boots.
It was as close to squealing as she was ever likely to come.
And so it was that, on the frontier of the plains, in 19th century America, two men became hunted ... not by the law ... but rather by a force more implacable by far than mere men with badges.
They became the prey of horny women.
Boots, ever one to leap without looking, left Millie's, got on her horse, and rode back to the line shack.
Millie waited for Bob and, when she decided he was late, went looking for him. He was puttering around in his surgery, unconsciously coming up with reasons not to go get her. He was in trouble, and he knew it. He looked up as the door opened and she walked in.
"Good evening," she said, looking completely normal. "You were late, so I thought I'd come over and see if you needed help, or something."
"I guess I just lost track of the time," he said.
"I don't see any patients," she said calmly. "Are you ready to go?"
"I guess I am," he said.
She waited for him at the door and then took his arm, making sure her breast was in constant contact with that arm, as he escorted her to supper.
He was uncharacteristically quiet while they ate. She could tell he was unhappy, and guessed why.
"You know," she said, finally. "I believe it's up to the woman to feel put upon."
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My wife and I could see Millie was lonely. She was an attractive young looking forty-two year old Widow who had somehow lost touch. With all her friends now exchanging E-mails, Millie had become uncomfortably aware of her shortcomings. Her friends had joined the ranks of the computer literate and she hadn't—She felt left behind. My wife, Beth as well as being ravishingly sexy, with a quirky sense of humor, had a kindness about her that was unusual. She actual liked helping people and enjoyed...
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The night had finally arrived, it was the employee of the year party and awards night and everyone was excited. The top ten employees from each franchise had been voted by the company directors, and were being whisked away for an all expenses paid night out, at a swanky club in Liverpool. Last years event had been a raging success, and Millie Stone was delighted to be attending. She was only just 18, and had only worked at the company for about 8 months, but she'd obviously made an impression!...
While Milly was out of the room Janie sat back on the sofa and now had a look of lust on her face albeit she didn’t know it and I could see her nipples standing out like little bullets and she was still licking her lips as she got to grips with the after taste in her mouth, “Do you mind if I stay naked Janie?” I asked as I sat back with my limp cock hanging down, Janie giggled as she looked down between my legs and I got the impression she was enjoying seeing her first male specimen, “Oh no...
As important as I am to the national defense, and I don’t say that with any boast, I am really just a small part in what is the most sophisticated amalgamation of power, science, political will, intelligence and firepower. There had to be something else that I was missing. Something incredibly important. So important it should have been obvious. It had to be right in front of my face and I was overlooking it. “Mrs. Honeycutt,” I said over the office intercom. “Please step into my...
Finally - We were able to head home after Mondays fun with Billy & Dick. Angel however was NOT done being seen & used by others. Angel was oozing cum as we walked back to Billy's room to get what was left of our stuff in his room ( I had already had a valet put most of it in our car earlier). All Angel had to grab was her purse, sheer denim blouse & denim zip down skirt & her cowgirl boots. However I had her stay naked to our car & carried her clothes for her to wear later.I...
Angel began the day impaled in her ass by a huge cock & spent the day there while other guys enjoyed her cunt too. A few even got to DP her asshole too. Sunday night a LOT of guys enjoyed DPing Angel while she was impaled on a huge cock in her ass, even more cocks in her ass too.Sunday we woke up around 11:30am so Billy & me went in to see how Angel & her friend in her ass were doing. They were still sleeping on their sides & he looked like he still had about 10" of semi-hard...
The old rundown cabin seemed to,hold a charm of its own though no one lived there any more. The small grave yard just metres away prove testament to the humans who had tried to farm the arid hostile land and failed, the grave markers fallen to disrepair, the writings faded with time, the ancient mission church not over a mile away also littered with graves and fallen down gravevstones, some still bearing names and descriptions of people long forgotten. One ancient stone crypt stood like a...
Since we went to bed kind of late after a full day on Monday we did not wake up until about 2:30pm. Angel still had that J hook in her asshole too. We then let her go into the bathroom to clean up & out but she had to leave the hook in her asshole.While she was showering Billy called room service to order breakfast/lunch.When Angel came out of the bathroom we told her to lay over a couch arm so we could move the hook in her from her ass to her cunt. She did have a wide open asshole once the...
Once we walked out of the barn with Angel she was given a pint jar of cum to drink as she walked into the back yard of Joes.Joe did have 1 roommate that lived with him & he was busy barbequing our dinner on a big built-in grill, ribs, sausages, corn on the cob, & baked potatoes. This was just finishing as we got to the tables & benches there.Now came another surprise for Billy. Joe took 2 barbequed ribs & 2 sausages over & had Angel bend over the table so he could shove all...
We got up Sunday morning about 10:30 am & rather then getting dressed to go to breakfast Billy ordered room service for all of us, including his band manager & lead guitarist that had came in shortly after we woke up to talk to Billy.We discovered that since the order was for 7 people it took 2 waiters to serve it. When they knocked on the door Laurie & Angel both answered the door naked for them to come in with our food. This time Angel fucked 1 waiter for part of his tip &...
Laurie was allowed to have the gag out of her mouth as we went downstairs BUT to keep it moist Jeff did with it to her as I had done with it earlier to Angel, he put it in her cunt with the cum still in her for flavoring.Once we got downstairs Billy introduced Laurie & Jeff to his band & the stagehands & told them that she too was here for their entertainment with Angel. Jeff then pulled the ball out of Laurie's cunt & put it back in her mouth again.The audience was just...
As soon as we got out of the Limo we headed for the Strip in front of the casino & walked towards the Stardust. We soon found that the dress Angel was wearing was both short enough & tight enough that as Angel walked in it that it inched up slowly revealing her butt cheeks & her pussy. People walking behind her occasionally got a slight view of the bottom of both her butt cheeks & the bottom oh the stamp tattoo on her ass. People walking towards her got a slight view of the...
My wife Nisha had just turned 33. She is stunning woman who had increasingly become very confident over the last eight years that we had been married. Her sexual appetite had increased in recent times and we were enjoying each other in the bedroom most nights. This was an improvement over the last 2-3 years where at some stages intimacy had almost died. Nisha was peaking physiologically in a sexual sense and her curiosity and her need for sexual gratification had recently escalated. My marriage...
Cayuse and I, feet up on opposite sides of the sheriff’s desk, were sipping after-breakfast coffee that Rosie had brought us from the Bighorn. He said, “Take a ride, jefe?” Talkative this morning. “Sure. Where?” “Sodbusters.” It was outside our jurisdiction, some miles south of town. But things from the outside often slopped over city boundaries. And if Cayuse suggested it... We got our mounts from Livery Lou and wheeled them left, past the Holy Redemption, past Matty’s Bar, past the...
Doc stared down at the girl on his table. He was beginning to be concerned. She'd been out for a long time. She was very pale, and that didn't bode well. He picked up the needle he'd used to stitch up her wound and began prodding various places on her body, looking for reaction. He got normal pain reflexes from her body, suggesting the nerves were working, but she didn't wake up. Next he pressed his ear to her chest, listening to her heart. It was strong, but seemed slower than normal....
Bob had them prepare a plate to take back to his patient. When he brought the towel-covered food back to his office, the girl was still asleep. Her color was better. He examined the scrapes that weren't covered by her new dress and nodded with satisfaction that none of them looked inflamed. Her mouth was closed now, which suggested she wasn't under quite so deep. He gazed at the lush lips. He hadn't kissed lips like those in ... he couldn't even remember how long it had been. Whores...
With Boots keeping an eye on Millie, Bob felt like he could check in with the authorities. To that end, he went to the Sheriff's office. He found Sheriff Clint Miller sitting back in his desk chair, his boots up on his battered desk. There were a few faded and curled wanted posters on the walls, but in reality there wasn't much for a lawman to do in the little town of Beaverton. He was used to things being sedate, and this recent uproar had him nervous. He stared at Doc, who had just...
The stew was eaten. Bob, knowing the women would feel more comfortable bathing if he wasn't in the building, said he was going over to the saloon for a drink and to play a game or two of cards. Millie tested the water in the tub, which was still steaming. Boots stood nearby, having announced that she was going to remain there to assist the bather in and out of the tub, and "deal with any trespassers." Millie was fairly sure nobody would molest them, but she didn't say anything. She'd...
It may have been something Bob said to one of the town fathers about Millie's situation and how the two women had been required to fix up the schoolmarm's house all by themselves. Or it could have been that word got out about her circumstances, and that she was going to teach school. Whatever it was, people began to respond to Millie's plight and needs. The next day, a wagon arrived in front of her little house. In it were three women, mothers of some of the children who would be coming to...
Two weeks went by, and no one came asking about Millie. School was going very well, in Millie's opinion. The town fathers apparently thought so too, because she was provided with fifty cents credit at the general store each week. Of course the town fathers didn't know Boots was a student too. They'd have probably laughed at the idea, but Mille was quite happy with the progress her friend was making. Bob showed up at school one day and asked if he could borrow the three thirteen-year-old...
Millie found out the whole sordid story of Boots and Jasper quite by accident. She'd gone to the general store, to pick up some flour and lard. Bessie Robinson, the mayor's wife, was there, engaged in gossiping about whether or not Melissa Thistledown, a local rancher's wife, was simply gaining weight or pregnant again. When she saw Millie she squared her shoulders and approached. "There is something I wish to discuss with you, dear," she said, confronting the teacher. "Yes?" said...
Originally, Millie intended to spend perhaps half an hour teaching Boots how to dance. What actually happened was much more complicated than that. Boots demonstrated what she knew of dancing, which consisted more of stomping and clapping and singing at the top of her lungs. Millie joined in and the natural production of endorphins began. Within a few minutes of starting, both women were laughing and panting. Boots, being energetic by nature, enjoyed the rhythms of dance though, as Millie...
Doc stepped forward, putting himself between Millie and the trapper who had so unexpectedly claimed Millie as his mail order bride. He held up his hands for silence, and people began to stop their nervous chatter. When it was quiet, he spoke. "How do we know any of this is true?" he asked. "Millie can't remember anything of her past." Black postured. "Her name is Jenette Duchette, and I paid a hundred and fifty dollars fer the right to marry up with her. It don't matter if she...
The last dance ended. Millie smiled at Harvey. She had saved the last dance for him intentionally, and told him so. Now, having stepped on her toes twice, he grinned and backed away, bobbing his head at her, looking just a little embarrassed. He said he hoped there was another dance real soon, and then turned away. People began to slowly make their way out of the Silver Dollar. Sheriff Miller had posted himself by the entrance when Black left, to make sure the man didn't try to come back in...
School, on the day after Millie learned to masturbate, was no different than any other day. Boots was there, but her actions, and Millie's thoughts, were both as normal as the day is long. Even when Boots followed her back to the little house in which her sexual world had doubled in size, Millie's thoughts were on what she was going to teach Boots that night - subtraction. She had Boots pick up two handfuls of pebbles on the way to the house. Then, on the table, she manipulated the...
Boots sat loosely in the saddle, letting the horse walk at its own pace through the twilight. Since arriving in Beaverton, she'd made it her business to know who was who and what was what. Normally, that didn't extend to the cowboys who worked the various ranches around. Dusty had changed that, though. She was still confused by the man. It was unusual for her to think about any particular man for more than a few minutes at a time. Bob was one of the exceptions to that general trait. And...
Jim Hollister had been a Pinkerton for three years, all of it assigned to the Union Pacific railroad between Omaha and Sacramento. He had pursued various issues over the years, but this was the first time he'd been asked to chase down a seventeen-year-old girl who had gone missing. She was eighteen years old now, actuallyt, her birthday having passed by about a week previously. The agency, and therefore Jim Hollister, had been hired by the dowager Mrs. Maureen Hatfield, widow of the late...
It's amazing how different life can be with some relatively minor changes. Bob, for instance, had generally spent about two hours with Millie each day, usually in the evening. An hour of that involved eating. Granted, that other hour was a lot more emotionally charged, but even after they started engaging in sexual behavior, that usually only lasted half an hour, at the most. So in one sense, all Bob had lost was two hours with his girlfriend per day, and only half an hour of nookie ... and...
Still upset, Bob walked around town for a while, to settle down before going back to his office to go to bed. Along the way, he saw lights in windows, and smelled the odors of cooking. He heard snippets of conversation from open windows or doors. These little domestic scenes made him feel lonely and empty. He felt like a fool for letting a girl almost young enough to be his daughter get under his skin and steal his heart. Finally, he turned toward his surgery. He was still a hundred yards...
John slumped. The lava lamp glow of the screen on his desk was barely enough to illuminate the keyboard, barely enough to illuminate the scribbled notes that had managed to hold him awake until now; until now when the relentless drip of cheap vodka down his throat had overpowered the passion in the pen. Perhaps John would have called it poison in the pen. Anyone walking into the room would have noted that whilst in general it was tidy, the desk was suffering an overflow of...
Milly was off school today as there was one of those teacher training days and as Rachel had a full day of appointments she asked if I would be kind enough to keep an eye on her which of course I accepted, I liked Milly and I knew her experience was far greater than her tender years and I wanted to get her to open up and tell me about her life, I felt pretty good about it and after making some fresh juice I was looking forward to an interesting day.As I was still in the recovery stage I felt it...
Millie is a plain girl-next-door you would not notice twice. Though she had a petite and attractive body, she hardly ever found a guy to her taste. Most thought she is a too shy and introverted. But in reality, Millie had fetishes including handcuff fetish that often threw regular guys off-track. So, every time she started dating a guy, eventually they would run away as soon as she disclosed her kinky side. It was getting frustrating for her so she decided to look for guys specifically based on...
FetishIt had been two weeks since my wife, Beth and I had last seen our friend Millie. Just when we thought she had forgotten us, we got an E-mail. "Hi Teachers," it read, "I think I'm ready for another computer lesson when you are. I'll be shopping in our usual place tomorrow around ten o'clock. See you there?" Love you guys! Millie To say that Beth and I were pleased would be a definite understatement. We were ecstatic! Beth was especially delighted since she had been shortchanged during...